Billy

Cold empty and gone
You slowly progressed to that point
A point I could not bear
to sit around and wait for
demise
I have always loved you
Even in your cold little bits
Your absense is not a far
cry from your progression to
your pit
I saw it in myself
May be the healthiest choice
One of few
in that my love grew
to watch you go
somewhere I do not know
If only I could
would you all be there
so many

A Fine Little Line

There's a fine little line between being a hopeless romantic and simply hopeless.
Where did you draw your line?

Sitting on my nightstand is a book
I always cry when I finish a good book
Sometimes it's to hard to close
so I leave it open
(on my nightstand)
Savoring those last few moments
Seldom is there a part 2 as sweet as the first
Seldom is there a part 2

Your Crown

One of the defining moments in our relationship happened
when I said your princess crown was broken, upon which you immediately disappeared.
To take it off and replace it with another, less broken crown.
I then remembered what it feels like to want acceptance, approval and love.
And I realized that not much has changed over the years.

To Whitney

What is life if you haven't lived to the brink of death?
What is love if you can't beg breathe feel fuck want tell cry
and go on
To a place where you knew you did it to your all
What is the point of the journey if you can't climb that mountain
even if you fall...
A broken heart
A lifetime that could have been
gone
dear whitney,
my love for you is simply just a song

Unknown

Unknown
One thing I know now I didn't know before
is how little I know and how far to go
So much relies on so little
And a few smallwords can change a world.
So easily a slippery thing can slip back into what it used to be
Self control; a working key(Not to be taken for granite)
If I knew then what I knownow
To let things live; let them be
Would life look different; a rosy hue
Maybe not. Black and blue
Maybe not. I am still me
Maybe so. You are still you

922011

The small dark room was quiet as Georgia Lox on a loud day; except for his heavy breathing and eyes drilling holes through my ass.

I saw the look on his face as I bent over to sign that paper; a signature of saddness and loss.

I couldn't help but wonder how different things might have been if you were there; or how many more times I'd be in that room during my lifetime.
Would I be so strong with you by my side?

And I realized how Mr. M and Ms. M would make an outstanding couple, with their similar froggish looks.
Maybe they were once lovers, as we are now haters.

And that invisible ink on my arm that once read 101307 now says to be continued:922011

Sometimes I walk a thousand miles in my dreams to find you; to realize you were never really there. A made up man, a myth, a silent girl sleepwalking by day.
Those golden moments of sunshine beaches that blind the eyes from distant truths

Keep my dreams from fading and my heart from cutting loose